I cannot see

A poem

I cannot see

Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

I cannot see that which you describe as I wander beautiful blackness.

I cannot see the lush, green grass that leads to our garden, but I feel the welcoming give beneath each step I take.

I cannot see vibrant flowers that erupt with fire somehow from the earth, but I sense life emerging somehow from a place of vibrant shadow that I dare not enter.

I cannot see each variant texture of every variant leaf, shrubs we chose together and planted with labor and love, but I believe every descriptive attempt you make and that your words are art enough to paint a masterpiece that our world cannot even hold.

I cannot see the weathered fence that offers sanctuary for all who enter to clear every mired facet of their diamond being so that every ray of light that you see reflects in brilliant thousands through each corner of our wooden creation, but I experience the brilliance in its fullness deepening the blackness cast on me.

I cannot see the changing sunrise in all of its glorious possibilities that you call me to witness with you, but I have seen that glorious horizon and know it is for you.

Now I search a future shrouded, horizon beyond anything offered to my past sight, unsettled in not knowing whether it lies below, beyond or through your horizon.

A blessing of light over you. May you be ever fed by this energetic spectrum that provides clarity, beauty and joy, and in time grow branches expansive that reach to the eternal sky and roots that grow deep into our dark source.

A blessing of darkness over me. May I open my eyes to possibilities held only in this love, basking in this gift that hides horizons beyond my understanding of what can be, and when the hiding preparation is complete step bravely forward through the coming dawn.

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Thank you for reading my first poem published on Substack! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and will be following this poem up with a reflection on how this poem emerged into being in just a few days.

Brian

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